I Only Opened a Door

After graduating from Xuan University, Qu Zaixuan naturally landed a job at a major corporation. But just six months into the job, a jealous coworker sabotaged him and got him fired.

After dealing with the idiot coworker, he simply returned to his hometown, took over the family business, and became the owner of a small supermarket. He’d gone from wage slave to “capitalist” with zero assets.

One day, after opening the door to the storeroom at home, he somehow found himself in a furry feudal dynasty and became the young son of a first-rank prince of Great Yong.

He’d barely gotten familiar with the place, and hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy the affection of the parents he’d only just gotten back, when an imperial decree summoned the entire family to the capital.

He was inexplicably shoved into the Imperial Academy and swept up in a struggle seething with undercurrents.

Whether the road ahead was perilous or cruel, and no matter how turbulent the capital’s fortunes became,

Qu Zaixuan took things one step at a time, traveling between two worlds and switching seamlessly between the roles of supermarket owner and young prince.

He’d bring gold, silver, and jade over from one side, then carry watermelons, grapes, and kiwifruit back the other way.

Today he’d ruffle the fluffy head of the Minister of Rites; tomorrow he’d sneak a tug at the tails of princes and royal grandsons.

Back in the modern world, he’d occasionally stay up all night gaming, then sell a few roots of ginseng, velvet antler, and cordyceps on the side.

Life went on as usual. Whoever wanted the throne could have it.

The old Duke of Zhenguo was gravely ill. Chi Yingshan hurried day and night from the border to the capital, but before he could arrive, the old duke had already passed away.

At the funeral, Chi Yingshan knelt before the coffin dressed in mourning white. When he looked up, he saw a figure completely out of place amid the sorrowful crowd.

Fine white sugar powder still clung to the tips of the figure’s fingers, like a cat that had sneaked into a solemn hall for a bite to eat.

Chi Yingshan frowned. Which family’s young rascal had no manners?

Later, he discovered he kept running into that little cat.

Sometimes it would slip him a strange candy wrapped in shiny paper. It was so sour it made his teeth ache.

Sometimes it would give him a pitch-black pill that was so bitter it left a sickly aftertaste.

Then, after he was ambushed and injured, he hid in a narrow alley, only to be pulled through a broken door by some unseen force. On the other side was a strange, dazzling place called “the small supermarket.”

On the second floor of the supermarket, Qu Zaixuan pushed the man, who was more than half a head taller than him, down into a chair. With cotton in one hand and a bottle in the other, he said, “Tough luck. This is alcohol. It’ll hurt just a tiny bit, so bear with it!”

Heartwarming moments:

Scene One: One day, the abbot of Empty Talk Temple lost his kasaya, and Qu Zaixuan whipped around to look at his dad!

Could he really be a black bear spirit? Wields a spear? Correct! Knows how to chant sutras? Correct!

He glanced at the bamboo grove behind him. No doubt about it, that was him!

Scene Two: One day, after the family finished dinner, they were sunbathing in the courtyard. Qu Zaixuan swished his tail, then suddenly had a question. Leaning close to the erect ear of the white wolf beside him, he whispered, “Why do you think Dad and Mom gave me a name like this?”

The white wolf said nothing. His gray eyes turned toward Qu Zaixuan’s second older brother, sprawled beneath the eaves with a coat of glossy black fur.

Qu Zaixuan suddenly understood. So that was what it meant! Another black one?

Theme: There are beautiful sights both inside and outside the door. Whether the wind blows or not, we are free